“Enjoy the music festival!  Make some memories for a lifetime!”

Marcy waved at the bus driver and stepped off the bus.  The dull roar of the city, long gone into the distance, Marcy now found herself in the country.  Fields of green and skies of blue met her eyes.

As did the throngs of young men and women.

The first music festival after lockdown ended.  She could hear the screams of happiness, the bubbling joy threatening to explode all around her.  The large metal bus that brought her here from the city now departed.  She watched as her bus mates scattered, finding friends and family among the large crowd.

She shuffled over a few day drunk men and women.  To feel the warm air blowing through her skin again. To hear people talking and laughing.  She closed her eyes and smiled, sending a message back in time to herself a year ago.  Stating it would be okay, she would get through this.

A man bumped into her.  She opened her eyes and dodged the rest.  At twenty-three, her slender frame would be smashed by any number of large men and women towering over her.  Her soft brown hair grew down to her lower back, but even that was not much of a feat as she only stood five foot four.  She made up for it, however, with soft curves that caught the attention of most everyone she passed.  Her tight, revealing clothing helped as well.  Marcy wanted to make up for lost time.  And, judging by the amount of sins she saw scattered around her in plain sight, so did most everyone here.  

She adjusted her backpack, fitting the small pup tent and a few things she needed.  Despite her small frame, Marcy could lift.  And so, carrying what she needed for a weekend of music and freedom proved no big task for her.

She walked past the main line of people waiting to get tickets or enter the festival grounds.  She clutched her paper in her hand stating which space of the large, open field was hers.  Wooden stakes jutted out with spray painted numbers on them.  She followed it, looking for A22.

A21 had a large tent set up, a small fire pit, and rustling from inside the tent.  She looked next to it.

She saw a large man, shirtless, passed out on her plot.  Beer cans strewn around him, he snored loudly.  Two more men lay in fetal positions around him, with more beer cans all over.

Marcy put her hands on her hips and glared.

“Hey,” she said, kicking the large man in the foot.  “Move.  This is my campground.”

The man did not budge.

“Hey, I said move!” she said, rocking his sweaty body.  The man grunted, rolled over, and started to snore once more.

“Goddamnit,” she said, wiping her hands on her cutoff jean shorts.

“Having trouble?”

She looked over to see a man a few years older, also shirtless.  Except he had a finely toned body and thick, shoulder length hair.  With piercing blue eyes.  A giggle followed and a woman a few inches shorter than him, but still taller than Marcy, emerged.  She wore a loose sundress that barely covered her ample breasts and thick thighs.  She had long, curly blonde hair and pale blue eyes.  

“Uh, yeah,” Marcy said, stunned by the sheer beauty of these two, “This is supposed to be my campsite.”

The man looked over at the men lying on the ground.  “Doesn’t look like it’s going to be until they move.”

Marcy folded her arms.  “Find me a stick large enough and I’ll move them.”

The woman giggled again.  Such a soft, sing-song like giggle.  “You’re a fiery one.”

Marcy’s expression softened, unable to stay angry looking at the smiling, happy woman.  “Yeah, I guess.”

“Well, as much as I would like to see them move,” the man said, “How about a counteroffer.  You can stay on our plot until things cool down.  They’ll probably move on by evening.  You stop by when you’re ready this evening and pick up your things.  You can leave them in our tent.”

Marcy felt relief, as the straps of her pack started to dig into her skin.  “Oh, thank you.  That would save me hauling this around for the rest of the afternoon.”

“Not a problem.  I’m Tyler, by the way. This is my partner, Lauren.”

He stuck out his hand.  Big hand.  She shook it, noticing his firm grip.  “I’m Marcy.”

“Oooh, I like your name,” Lauren said.  Her eyes went wide and a smile broke out on her lips.  “That’s a great name.”

“Hah, thanks,” Marcy said, walking to the tent.  Lauren held open the flap leading in.  Marcy found an empty spot and placed her bag down.  A large tent that smelled faintly of vanilla and lavender.  She shrugged, feeling two sets of eyes on her body.  She turned and saw Tyler and Lauren smiling at her.

“Okay, well we’re off to the festival ourselves.  We’ll be back around suppertime, no real acts I want to see and I want to try out this little portable fire pit,” Tyler said, giving the fire pit a little kick.

Marcy nodded.  “I’ll see you then.”

Giving one more disgusted look to the passed out drunks, Marcy smiled and waved at her saviors and left to lose herself in the crowd of people ahead of her.

***

Evening brought a thin, cold wind across the field.  Some stars poked out of the darkening sky, dazzling Marcy.  She forgot how much she missed the country.

And having fun.

She was tired.  Beat.  A year's worth of pent up energy unleashed in those few hours.  So much music.  Dancing.  Laughing.  She felt used up in the greatest possible way.

She trudged back to the campsite, finding the field eerily quiet.  The main stage acts had most everyone still on the festival grounds.  So, even with the sky darkening, Marcy found it easy to find her campsite.

When she did, she fumed.  The men were gone, but now a giant tent stood in their place.  She cracked her knuckles, ready to tear it down and hurl it far away.

“Why don’t you come over here before you do something that may start a fight?”

Tyler’s voice cut through her anger.  Smooth, deep, but with enough force that it got her attention.  She looked over to see him, shirtless, holding up a beer can by the fire.

Marcy sighed.  She walked over and accepted the frosty can.  She held it to her forehead and sat down on a lawn chair offered by Tyler.  

“Lauren’s just getting high, she’ll be back shortly.  You look like you had fun.”

Marcy cracked open the beer.  “Thank you.  And yes.  I can’t believe my friends didn’t want to come.  We used to, before the world went to hell.”

“They didn’t want to come?”

“Nah, but I didn’t want to miss it.  I’m here to let loose.  Have fun.  Enjoy life.  My god, we really forgot how to enjoy life these past years.  I’m not leaving until I have a time I’ll never forget.”

Tyler’s eyes twinkled in the fire.  “Oh?”

Marcy knew that look.  She cleared her throat.  “Well, you know what I mean.”

Tyler nodded.  Marcy heard a giggle and saw Lauren appear from the dark, covering her mouth.  

“Oh, hey!”

She sat on Tyler’s lap and waved at Marcy.  Marcy waved back, taking another big slug of beer.  

“Marcy was just telling me how she is here for a good time,” Tyler said, caressing Lauren’s body.  Lauren turned and kissed Tyler, the two of them sharing a kiss.

Marcy rubbed her arm, feeling uncomfortable.  

“Nice fire,” Lauren said with a wide grin.

“It turned out very good.  After such a hard day, it’s nice to be here, with the heat licking up against your body,” Tyler said, his voice slipping into a nice deep, even tone.  “It’s nice to sit here and look at the fire.  Look at the colors just flickering and melting into each other.  After such a crazy, noisy day it’s good to just sit here.  Listen to the quiet and stare.  Stare nice and deep and let the heat relax you.”

Marcy nodded, feeling words bubble in her mouth but she said nothing.  It did feel good.

“The more you feel the heat, the more relaxed you feel.  So relaxed and warm.  Staring into the fire, staring deeply.  No reason to look away.  It’s so nice to look.  And feel relaxed.  Don’t you feel so relaxed?”

Marcy’s hand let go of the beer.  It fell to the ground and poured out onto the grass.  She gurgled in response, her eyes glassy and her body slumped in the chair.

“So relaxed.  Your eyes are so heavy.  So, so very heavy.  Close them now, close your eyes and fall deeply asleep for me, Marcy.  Nice and relaxed.  Nice and comfortable.  Not thinking, just relaxed and safe.  Just listening to my voice, letting it be the only thing in your head.  The only thing that matters.  Listening, and doing what I say.”

Marcy twitched.  Something didn’t sit right with her on that last part.

“Do what I say.  Too warm, too comfortable.  Too warm, too comfortable.  Just listen and obey.  So warm.  It’s so warm.  Your body is so hot.  The clothes you wear are making it unbearable.  Too warm.  So hot.  You need to take your clothing off.  Only getting your clothing off will make you cool down.  Until then the heat will continue to build.”

Marcy smacked her lips.  She moved back and forth.  The heat started to hurt.  Especially the parts of her clothing that touched her skin.  She kicked off her shoes.  She felt slightly better.  She opened her eyes, unfocused and glassy, and stumbled around to get her socks off.

Still better, but not good enough.

“Need-need,” she panted.

“Go ahead,” Tyler said.

She tore at her shirt.  Tugged it over her head and threw it to the ground.  That felt better.  Much better.  She tugged off her jean shorts, now understanding the way to feeling better.  Her jean shorts left her in her underwear and bra.

It hurt.  Without a thought, she undid her bra.  Threw it aside.  Slipped off her panties.  Only then, did she collapse back into the chair and felt better.

Only then, did she realize Tyler continued to talk to her.

“--hotter the flame, the more aroused you are.  Brighter the flame, the more aroused you are.  The hotter the flame, the more aroused you are.  The brighter the flame, the more aroused you are.  Now, open your eyes.”

Marcy blinked.  She looked down and saw her naked body.  She looked back at Lauren and Tyler who looked at her with hungry eyes.

“Hey, what--” she looked at the fire.  Her eyes unfocused.  So bright.  She gasped, touching her chest.  She felt warm.  She felt aroused.  Unable to control herself, she started to caress her naked body.  Soon, the arousal ate the last bit of her composure.  She spread her legs, letting her fingers touch her wet pussy.  She groaned and moaned, unable to process the need pumping in her head.

“Oh, darling, let me play,” Lauren said with a lustful sigh.

Tyler smacked Lauren’s ass.  She got up and walked over to Marcy.  Marcy looked at her slinking to her seat with half-open eyes.  She continued to moan.  Marcy never touched another woman in a sexual way.  Never had a sexual thought about a woman.

But, right now, in the glow of the fire, Lauren looked like a goddess revealing herself.  As she walked, the sundress fell to her ankles.  No bra, no panties.  Lauren had amazing perky and big breasts.  Lauren licked her lips as she knelt down.  Marcy’s lips trembled as Lauren kissed her.  Marcy was at Lauren’s mercy as her hands trailed down Marcy’s chest.  She leaned back and let Lauren have access to her own breasts.  Lauren slid around and sat on Marcy’s lap.  Their warm bodies pressed together, their kisses turned more desperate.  Marcy felt drugged as Lauren kissed her harder and her hands drove Marcy’s arousal to the edge.  Lauren spread her legs and grinded her pussy against Marcy.  Marcy shuddered, feeling for the first time in her life another woman grinding her pussy against her own.  Their clits rubbed as Lauren moved her hips like a professional.  She grabbed Marcy’s face and held it, kissing her deeply.  

Marcy did not have time to think.  Time to react.  Lauren kept her arousal and her hazy, hypnotic feeling at the peak.  Lauren smiled as she moved a hand in front of Marcy’s face, seeing no response to the movement.

“Oh, she’s revved up baby,” Lauren said, kissing Marcy’s neck.  “Let me--let me--”

“Stop” Tyler said.  Through her haze and arousal, Tyler’s voice came through clear, like a beam of light through fog.  

Lauren complied, leaving Marcy confused and wanting more.  She reached out and started to kiss Lauren’s chest, licking her nipples with her tongue.  Lauren thrust her chest into Marcy’s mouth.

“Ladies, stop,” Tyler said.  Marcy felt a hand on her shoulder.  She turned, trying to focus her eyes and wondering why she could not.

She saw Tyler standing there, naked.  His cock stood out right in front of Marcy’s face.

“Look at it,” Tyler commanded.  Marcy noticed Lauren transfixed by his cock as well.  She slid to the grass on her knees.  “Concentrate on it.  Notice how aroused you are looking at it.  How your mind is imagining it in your mouth.  You can feel it in your mouth.  How good it feels in your mouth.  The more you look at it, the more you want it in your mouth.  The more you desire to have it in your mouth.”

Marcy felt her arousal boiling over.  Drool escaped from her lips as she stared.  She could feel it in her mouth.  Her mind focused on his cock, needing it like nothing else in her life.  She reached out and licked the head of his cock.

Delicious.

Every lick ignited the fire in her deeper.  The fire around her continued to condition her to his words further.  She found herself burning on the inside and the outside.  Her thoughts were gone, left only with desire and need.

Hungry need.

Lauren got on her knees on the other side of Tyler’s cock.  Both women started to lick and suck at the same time.  Tyler groaned, his knees buckling.  He held upright by putting his fingers through their hair and bracing himself.  

Marcy lost herself to the desire in her stomach.  They coated his cock in their saliva, running their mouths up and down his stiff shaft.  Their lips met at the head of his cock, and she tasted Lauren once more.  She felt Lauren’s fingers touching her between the legs.  Marcy parted her legs and soon Lauren found Marcy’s clit.  As they continued to lick and suck on Tyler, Lauren played with and teased Marcy’s clit with precision.

Marcy’s ragged breathing drew Tyler’s attention.

“Lauren,” he warned.  “I don’t want her finishing too early.”

Lauren whined but complied.  Marcy wanted her fingers back, but Tyler tugged on her hair.

“Ride me.”

Tyler lay down on his back, his thick, hard cock standing straight up.  The flames from the fire gave it a mesmerizing quality.  Marcy crawled over to Tyler, her eyes glued on that cock, shining due to their saliva.

She adjusted herself overtop of his cock.  Tyler and her locked eyes and smiled at one another.  Then, Marcy started to sit on his cock.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head.  Every inch penetrated her, creating a deep, warm pleasure that ran up her spine.  The fire illuminated their area, but she had no idea if people watched beyond that.  It grew dark quickly and now she could not see beyond the camp ground.

She didn’t care.  She made sure every inch of his cock went inside of her.  She placed her hands on his strong core and moved her hips back and forth.  

She smiled.

Lauren wrapped herself around Marcy’s body like a snake, kissing and fondling the way only a woman knows how to.  Marcy’s cheeks burned.  Tyler’s instructions embedded inside her submissive mind continued to turn the heat she felt into pleasure.  

Her arms shook and he grabbed her hands.  His hands dwarfed hers.  She opened her eyes and through the hypnotic haze, looked at him once more.

“Let yourself go,” he groaned.  “I’ll hold you.”

She smiled, the heat from the fire not matching the fire inside of her stomach.  Holding his hands tightly, she bounced up and down his shaft, moving forward and backward to mix it up.  The sensations left her body heaving and sweating.  Laruen did not let up her assault, licking and kissing the sensitive parts of her body.

“Let it go,” Lauren whispered into her ear.  “Give in to it.  Stop thinking, give in.”

Marcy could not speak.  All she could muster were short, audible gasps.  Now she did not care if the entire music festival watched her fucking this man on the ground.  She needed to continue.

“More heat, more pleasure,” Tyler said through his own moans.  That sweet, hypnotic voice slipped right into her head.  “So much pleasure.  Don’t think, just feel the pleasure.”

“D-don’t think,” she found herself repeating.

“You don’t need to think.  You don’t want to think.  Just feel the pleasure,” Tyler panted, thrusting his hips upward as she came down, fucking her harder.

“Ahhh!” Marcy cried out, arching her back.

“Only pleasure matters.  Only submission matters,” Tyler said, chanting those two sentences back.

“Only pleasure matters!  Only submission matters!” Marcy cried out, unable to control herself.

“Cum, cum now Marcy” Tyler growled, fucking her harder from the bottom.

Marcy cried out.  Her body seized as intense pleasure ripped her mind from her body.  She felt catapulted into the stars, into a beautiful light that surrounded her.  She shook and moaned as her senses overloaded with pleasure.

She had no idea how long she rode that wave of pleasure.  But, it felt like an eternity and over too soon at the same time.

Marcy found herself crying out in pleasure as her senses came back to her.  Her body was covered in sweat, her throat hoarse.  All at once, she slipped off his cock and her body went limp.  He let go of her hands and she fell into the busty body of Lauren.  Her head resting on Lauren’s breasts, her mouth half open, her eyes half closed, she looked at Lauren and gurgled.

“Shhh, shh, “ Lauren said with a giggle.  She stroked Marcy’s hair.  “Don’t speak.  Just look into my eyes, good girl.”

Marcy found herself looking in Lauren’s eyes.

“That’s right, good girl.  Only submission matters.  Look into my eyes, sleepy girl.  Feeling so sleepy, feeling like you can’t keep your eyes open anymore.”

“Wha--wha--”

“Shhh.  Just stare into my eyes.  Listen to my soothing voice.  Nothing matters.  Only pleasure matters.  Only obedience matters.”

“Only...only…”

“Yes, good girl.  Such a good girl.  Sleep now.  Sleep, and let me take control of that mind of yours.”

“I--”

“Sleep.”

Marcy whined, but was too tired to fight.  With a sigh, her eyes closed.  She heard Lauren start to speak to her as she tumbled off into darkness.

***

“Only pleasure matters.  Only obedience matters.”

Marcy heard herself mutter those words.  She was on her knees, naked, in Tyler and Lauren’s tent.  She remembered the two of them fucking hard and passionatly.  Making her watch, in trance, while touching herself.

She still touched herself.  Everytime she was about to orgasm, her hand fell away.

Obedience.

She had no idea how long she was out.  When she came to, she was in this position, watching them fuck.  Then, they put her back to sleep.

Now, it was morning.  And she was still on her knees, watching them.

They stirred.  She saw Tyler’s eyes light up when he saw her.  He crawled over and stroked her face.

“Mmm, we did get a little carried away last night,” he said, kissing Marcy’s cheek.  “We’ll let you sleep in the car.”

“Yes, Master,” Marcy whispered.

“Good, good.  Lauren is a master hypnotist in her own right, but with your mind blown out due to that orgasm, you stood no chance.  I can see she really got in there,” Tyler said snapping his fingers in front of her face.  She did not flinch.  “Oh, baby.  We are going to treat you right and have so much fun.”

Lauren wrapped herself around Tyler and kissed his shoulder.  “She’s so pretty.”

“You don’t have anywhere else to be this summer?”

Marcy shook her head.

“Silly, I found out all her information last night,” Lauren said with a giggle.  “A few phone calls and she’s all ours.”

“Well then,” Tyler said with a smile, “I guess that’s it.”

“It?” Marcy asked.

“You’re ours, now.  We have a lot more music festivals to attend this summer.  And you are going to be our personal plaything.”

“Oh, we’ll take good care of you,” Lauren said, stroking Marcy’s arms.  “Trust us.”

Marcy looked confused.  Lauren held up her fingers in front of Marcy’s arms.

“Now, now.  Only pleasure matters.  Only submission matters.”

“Only pleasure matters.  Only submission matters.”

“Good girl.  Now, sleep,” Lauren said, snapping her fingers.

Marcy fell into Lauren’s arms, a puppet with cut strings.  Lauren stroked Marcy’s hair.

“It’s going to be a good summer,” Tyler said, kissing Lauren, “We’ll have to make sure to make some memories that last a lifetime.”